song of misery

Sing a song of misery,

let the heart collapse.

There is nothing left to mourn

save what is crude and crass.

Aching arms and blistered feet,

bloody hands and raw, red meat;

repeat the lies you once believed

and give in to the bitter grief.

© 2017 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.

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